THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS TO KILL

Y/n Pov:

I couldn't believe what had just happened. The man I had loved and trusted, my husband Izana, had cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend, Manila. Not only did he betray me, but he showed no remorse for his actions. As tears streamed down my face, I gathered my belongings and made my way to the car, determined to leave his luxury mansion and seek solace at my mother's house with our four nine-month-old babies.

But just as I was about to buckle the kids into their car seats, Izana appeared before me, blocking my path.

"You're not going anywhere, Y/n," he said coldly, his voice filled with authority.

I screamed at him, my voice breaking with anguish, "You said you don't love me anymore! Why should I stay here and take your abuse? You just yelled at me and admitted that you still love Manila. I am not going to be the replacement for her! Me and my babies are not burdens holding you back, so we'll leave!"

Through my sobs, I continued, "I was the one who loved you deeply and madly. I wanted to bear your children. But you never loved me. I was just something you could fuck when you came home, a trophy wife."

His gaze softened, and he tried to approach me, attempting to apologize. "I'm sorry, kitten. I never meant for this to happen. It was an accident, just a moment of nostalgia. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed, hitting him as I succumbed to an emotional breakdown. "You lied to me, you chose her over me. Get away from me!"

I pulled out my gun, pointing it directly at him. "Get away from me or I'll shoot you."

"Please, calm down, Kitten," he pleaded, desperate to diffuse the situation.

My cries intensified as despair consumed me."You broke my trust, destroyed our family, and now you want to act like everything is okay? I sobbed.

"I love you, it's you that I want, I admit, I still love her but I love you more." He said.

But my anger and pain blinded me. "You cheated on me for weeks! I've been alone, taking care of our four teething nine months old babies while you've been out gallivanting with her."

"You've been betraying me, night after night," I screamed, the pain echoing in my voice. "In your office, at hotels, and I wouldn't be surprised if you brought her into our own bedroom. While I've been giving my all, you've been tearing us apart."

"I can't even get ten minutes of your time, and you're supposed to be my husband." My voice cracked with despair.

"Baby, I know I messed up. Please, let's head inside and talk about this calmly," he suggested, stepping towards me.

"You don't care!" I cried, feeling more broken than ever before. "You betrayed me, and now you want to act like everything is okay? Get inside, Y/n," he yelled, attempting to grab my hand.

In the midst of my crippling anxiety, I made an impulsive and irreversible mistake. I lowered my gun, my focus clouded by fear and panic.

The resounding gunshot echoed through the air as Izana groaned in pain, collapsing to the ground. The cries of my babies filled the silence, their innocent voices reminding me of the gravity of my actions.

"I'm sorry," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face, as I rushed to his side. "I didn't mean to, babe. I'm so sorry."

He sighed in agony, urging me to call the Yakuza doctor. As I dialed the number, I cradled my crying babies, overwhelmed with guilt. I apologized to them, confessing my inadequacies as a mother and reflecting on the broken promises of a stable family.